A volume speaks of divine actions and rigorous mathematics
Of the soul as a light of heaven.
A book reads of writing and matter of energy, of work
And the studies binding us in flames and ruination, of pleasure.
A word is like a nothing, a liver and a heart is strangely so,
The merger of phrases have Paradise.
Awesome... Thank you for the myraid of thoughts. Thank god for books. (10 from me)
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I would like to translate this poem
I like the last two lines....a lovely short and cute poem